𝓡𝓮𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 (𝓑𝓸𝓫𝓸𝓲𝓫𝓸𝔂 𝓧 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻)

៚𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 30࿐

Damn!

Damn!

Why did I tell her that?! Did she understand?! Did she get what I wanted to confess?! Ahh!

I felt my cheeks burning despite the cold temperature of my body. It was as if Blaze set me on fire, again. "There you are, Ice. How's the-" Quake tried to greet me but I hurried upstairs, wanting the floor to swallow me for what I did.

I threw myself in my bed, embarrassment finally dawning upon me. "I told her I love her, why?! Why?!" I screamed into my pillow that it sounded muffled. I can't believe i subtly told Y/n I liked her. I wasn't supposed to say that! No! I hate it.

My job is to get under her skin, tease her, get her flustered. But why?! Why did it end up being me?!

"I'm fucked." I groaned into my pillow. How will I face Y/n after this?? I have to act cool. I have to, I have to-

"AHHH!" I screamed into my pillow again. "OI! Quit screaming like a girl! I'm trynna be a fairy here in Evade." Blaze reprimanded while he was sitting on the bean bag with his brows knitted in a frustrated manner. Of course, each time I have an episode there's a brother nearby.

I rolled my eyes, hiding my shame from the world. How could I be recklessly stupid?

"AHHH!" Screaming into my pillow once again "Oh shut up!" Blaze yelled, throwing a pillow at me.

...

Y/n's POV

After my encounter with Ice, I simply entered the warmth of my home. Greeted by my mother's warm smile as she urged me to come closer for a chat in our living room. I felt a slight tense within me, without even knowing what she'll say I could somewhat feel what she'll talk me into.

As I sat next to my mother with an awkward smile, I squeaked out a: "What's up, mom?"

I feel awful already, after so many episodes of my emotional turmoil my mother still sat with me patiently. "Y/n, I believe we have some leftover conversation. Yes?" My mother laid a gentle hand over my shoulder. I could only exhale sharply, feeling my body slowly relax. "Yes, it's about uh... Moving?" I hope that's what she meant...

"Ah, yes. A part of that. But also, I've noticed..." She trailed, her eyes gazing sideways with her brows furrowed before shaking her head and looking back at me. "Y/n, we've never really discussed about romance. Have we?" She questioned, making me feel a slight shiver down my spine after hearing that. "N-no..." I stammered.

"We can't keep this unsaid words. But we both know how your father had left us for another woman." She said, I could hear the sadness in her tone. I knew that when dad left us when I was only young, my mother tried to be strong for the both of us. Always working 24/7 to make ends meet. It was a dark past I tried to leave behind, and another reason why I somehow tried to fill the gap of my father's absence by another man's love.

"I don't want you to experience what I have gone through, my dear. I know you're young and exploring this world, but my sweet. Life is not always so fair." She caressed my shoulder, I couldn't help but lower my head. Gripping the edge of my clothes, I know where this is going, and somehow I just want to listen to my mother. Because we're both different sides of the same coin.

"I know you like Boboiboy. But it seems your love for him is only hurting you. My dear, love isn't supposed to be one sided. It's unhealthy. Love is supposed to be beautiful, not something that will destroy you." She advised, before I'd used to get mad at my mother for trying to tell me everything that's wrong with my relationship with Boboiboy. But now that I'm hearing all of these, I'm starting to regret I didn't listen earlier.